The soft flicker of a orange light on the end if a candle or a large one in a campfire,has always entranced me I know to not touch it,though its dance is so enticing....but what is left after it has burned out is not as lovely as the sparkling flames that leap into the air. The hot embers burn still bright from the heat of the fire that they had once fed, the charcoal embers once cold are picked up for use on a piece of paper turning the users hand darkened with the dust....but from them art is born
